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Your nails against my epicenter.

Puncture.
Wound.
Source of life trickling out.

Pulsating with animateness.
Systematic erosion.

I am at peace.
Dying here in the now.
As long as you're happy.
At the cusp of something.

Perfect silence.
Almost like I'm six feet under.

More like six hundred miles away from you.

Will she ever know of me?
Against all odds, not likely.
I fold myself as if to be-
Stillborn upon delivery.
Some nights I regret every minute I spent deciding what mistake to make.

Many such I've made...
Such as letting one like you slip away.
Only will I ever be longing.
Watching you from afar.
Instead of being honest.
It's taking me apart.

Only will I ever be longing.
For something that isn't here.
My imagination sometimes brings me to tears.

A child in my hands.
A girl or a boy.
Streaming down my face.
Rivers of joy.

Out of breath I realize; screaming at the wall.
Only will I ever be longing.

For I cannot see past my flaws.
And therefore I will never reach the stars.
In turn I'll never escape the dark.
And I will never hold your heart in the palm of my hand.

Time is running out.

Like quicksand.
With love,
A. Montagnani
"Not so fast", said the girl to me.

It was the first time someone had pointed out my most unusually long hair.

Enoyreve

The wind picked up and the old man's hat flew out into the fields.

I chuckled to myself.

Setirw

It's not I wasn't happy, just strangely compelled to ignore them.

They at least let me into their fold.

I was no longer a lost sheep.


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Not so fast, said the God to me with a smile on His lips.

My being hadn't been properly prepared for this turn of events.


Sdrow htiw

He actually spoke now. It wasn't just some message written in the sand.

"Are you going to finish that bagle?"

I most definitely was not.

Elbisneherpmoc

Fin
Sorry. I felt like sharing something really different. This is "most definitely" up to interpretation. Have a good one.
 Jun 27 Kalliope
Malcolm
Noon burns bright.
Orange sunsets.
Earth breathes.
Candles flicker
light slips away.
Gone is day.

Storms roar loud,
then quiet fast.
Chaos folds in waves;
silence breathes last.

Night moves slow
for those who wait,
a velvet hue
deep and late.
Fallen leaves rest,
new-found fate.

No clocks here,
no time, no tense.
Just dark and light,
turning night
in heaven’s hush
along earth’s fence.
Copyright Malcolm Gladwin
June 2025
Endless night
 Jun 27 Kalliope
Varshini
I wrapped my heart in paper
And carried it home today
It was bleeding——
I tried to stop

It was broken——
I tried a fix to
hold it whole
But nothing could
I tried to put it back
And found no soul

I wrapped it again
In the same worn paper
And left it
out to freeze

A gentle gaze found it
Didn't try to mend it
Just stayed with it to heal

As time went by
The bleeding ceased
And cracks closed
A warmth held it all together
What began with a broken heart bouquet
Now looks
beautiful.
It take the right dose of love to heal certain wounds
Pretty mosaic
Each piece represents a dream
Future's bright picture
The darkness is split
The glow of my cigarette,
casts an eerie light.
A drink in one hand,
cigarette in the other
Laughter on the way.
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